Eternity : Corporate Slavery

As I am punching this post into blogspot, I could sense the 'hidden eyes' at the back of my head trying its best to scan THAT cubicle at the corner. No one! Perfect.

" Office Internet should not be used for non-work related purposes" he said.

There was also THAT memo. Hah! Screw it. Its past office hours. 7.11pm.

There is still that faint smell of warm ink from the printer while HER voice was still on. Explaining some stuff to a certain idiot. Ah well, so glad that is not in my job description although being idiotic ain't the worst things around nowadays.

I wanna go home, or do I?

Could feel that THIS is home. Home to that never ending story of eternal corporate slavery.

Brogger at Hearts

I killed my old blog, together with 4 years worth of memory..... memories with him and so many other people. I had to. The blog died with one part of me that was so severely hurt, I felt it was better I just pull the plug.

And here we are, with a new baby bloggy. Hope I won't need to let this one go too. I many not be a world famous write, but I'm a blogger at heart and blogger I should remain.

Pain

Ever felt so much pain in your heart that you just break down and cry non-stop?

The real PAIN is when its so intense, you cannot squeeze a tear out.

Thrown South

Popped my passpot's cherry

Crossed the straits in 5 mins

Shop walking marathon

market surveying

customer chatting and

food sampling

I DO like Johor.

Socially Adequate U Say?

Was sent to IMAGE training by the company...no la!!! I swear I DID NOT sia-sueh myself to the point they beh tahan and send me!!!!! It was one of those perks you get being an employee.

So there was those tips on choosing clothes for men, how to dress to 'kill' ....your career. Table settings and how to use your utensils on the proper western dining settings. Eh very informative leh, all 20 over years I just bantai and act like I know.....observe babeh observe.

And the very end.....it was make up class!!!! All hail to the miracle for women. Seriously, I don't belief in so called 'natural beauty' bla bla bla, yes you can be beautiful without make up, but by all means, doncha think you look a bit washed out without at least some colour on the lips?

Anyway, my lesson of the day is : bloody hell I need to go find THAT mascara that made my almost non-existence lashes stand out!

The Will - Part 2

This part is only if I ever got married.

Dear Hubby,

I know I'm no longer with you, if something happened to me while we are still pre-menopousal, you can consider getting married again, BUT, please adhere by the following:

1. She dies NOT get to touch ANY of my teddy bears, bury them with me if u must.

2. She shalt not sleep on my pillow, bury it with me too...oh and my blanky

3. My money is MY MONEY! If in doubt, return the kah-ching to the my family clan, Hey you decided to get married again, my money is not to sponsor another woman.

other than that, I'm good. K? and oh!! If got kiddos, make sure they know who REAL mommy is k? muah!!

oh ya oh ya...burn more shoes, and NOT the traditional ones!! I want heels heels heels, and some wedges, Nike Air is good to go too, but they don't go with all the dresses u know.

Cosmetics!!!!!! NEVER FORGET!!!!!!

Books! The essential. Female mags too.....

Am I asking for too much dear?

haha, think you should have gotten used to it from the moment u decided to marry me, right?

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* think no bloke is gonna get conned into marrying me after they see this piece haha*

Full Time vs Part Time

If taking the value of RM paid for each job task into consideration, the part time thingy pays better!!!!!!

then again, the full time also covers medical benefit.....

give and take la....give and take.

Flip Flip

Its been a while since I touched any books let alone academic books. Don't get me wrong, I love books....umm ok exclusion for secondary school textbooks.....but I love books in general. Yes including that HUGE textbook written by Phillip Kotler that I was too stingy to buy.

Psst I spent one whole week reading my strategic management textbook 2 months after I graduated.....don't tell anyone k?

Some fortunate (or unfortunate) being who saw my huge collection of books before I sold 80% off and donated another few once asked me what's with that obsession with books, since I'm not even obsessed with Edward Cullen, yeah I'm not (don't tell Ah Mei...I not yet finish reading New Moon). Well, there is no exact answer to it innit? Afterall.....its just....books. Right?

Back to it, I miss my books, I miss the library full of books even if its academic. I thought I've forgotten what it felt like, but my recent attempts on searching some theories online not only revived that memory of hearing that flipping pages that leads to BINGO! I found the answer! Admittingly uncle Google is a gazillion times faster to generate leads to an answer, but, never to one that satisfies me like that heavy thingy that gives me a backache if I brought it for a walk, and I don't mean my dog.

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Looking at that pile of *dust collecting bunnies* sitting quietly on my shelves, I cannot help but to wonder, should I pursue them further and go study for Masters..... hmmm....

The Will - Part One

Being as Oriental as I could , there are some things that I have to come to terms with, like a possible countless rounds of 'YUM SENG!' at my wedding reception and busting my butt just to die, yeah like literally.

As I always say, don't you dare to die before you can afford your own hole.

Dying the Chinese way requires extensive planning and expensive execution, so precise instructions are crucial since its a once in a 'lifetime' deal, as for me, I've written this 'will'.

'Bungalow' vs 'Condo'

I don't know bout u, but I would prefer 'bungalow' units any time, SPACE babeh SPACE! Then again, if my aspirations of not getting hitch this lifetime get materialized, might consider signing up for a 'condo' unit by the time I hit 78, god willing. Hey at least they have maintenance services for 'condos' when I have no descendent to come forth every Ching Ming (Chinese All Souls Day).

Call in the DJ

Can foresee in the not-too-far future that the 'housing area' is gonna go corporate, think Nirvana Memorial Park is doing a good job in making death look so appealing. Corporate packages nowadays include the daily dose of 'Nam Mo Amitabha' , might not sound too appealing to the living, maybe is would 'sound' better when I'm dead...hmm... ok. Then again, religious recitals are best to build up the mood for Ching Ming and welcome wagon for new 'neighbours'. Don't think its gonna sound that appetizing when you listen all day innit? I dunno. But I envision that the future might bring changes, maybe can sign a contract with the management with special requests... like.. maybe..maybe gimme a lil' Lady Gaga....maybe 2 hours a day? Not bad wat, if the whole neighbourhood is from the same era, need something to reminiscent the past after passing on.

Offerings

F&B

If no descendant, then anything goes la!

The following is intended for descendant of mine (if any)

Dear Descendant:

If you are reading this, please take note, don't offer me flowers k? I can't eat them, would prefer Mc D latest menu complete set anytime. AND no seafood please. Come to think of it, maybe I'll make a list of food I might want as offerings to make your job easier, but when in doubt, go Mc D.

Hmm what else? Ahhhhh! Paper offerings! Again, if no descendant, anything goes, but if got some poor fella who have to serve my wimps once a year, please don't burn too many cars and airplanes k? One is enough, house also no need too many, go quality than quantity. Instead, would appreciate if you can burn a Petrol Station and Airport (I promise to give u my long term blessings k?).

Clothes! Please please please don't burn cheong sam-esque clothes, I want JEANS JEANS JEANS, some cute t'shirt (I'm assuming maybe I can shape shift back to 21 Y.O looks) but do standby some matured corporate wear, HEY ah mah also need to look pro if wanna man the petrol station / airport.

(to be continued......)

U Sure It's Real?

Or is it just an illusion?

Welcome to my world.